The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Four Hours Later

Damien Pov

I sat in my office, watching the sun set, making calls to set everything in motion.

Additional security teams positioned around the penthouse. Background checks on every staff member who’d had access to the building this week. A private investigator to tail Vivian and document everyone she contacted.

Every detail planned and executed. Vivian thought she was being clever. Thought she’d successfully gathered intel. Instead, she’d revealed her hand—and now we knew she is actively planning something.

My phone rang it was Aria.

"Hey," I answered. "What’s up?"

"When are you coming home?" Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable. "Noah keeps asking."

"Soon." I softened my tone. "Maybe another hour, is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just..." She paused. "I miss you, is that weird to say?"

My chest tightened. "Not weird. I miss you too."

"Even though you just saw me this morning?"

"Especially because I just saw you this morning." I smiled. "It reminded me of everything I want and can’t have yet."

"What do you want?"

"Everything." The word came out rough. "You, Noah, a real family. Mornings without fear. Nights without threats. Just us, being normal."

"That sounds nice." She was quiet for a moment. "Damien? Vivian came to see you today, didn’t she?"

I froze. The leather chair creaked as I shifted forward. My hand tightened around the phone until my knuckles went white. "How did you know?"

"Because I know my sister, she doesn’t make threats she doesn’t follow through on." Her voice was carefully neutral. "What did she want?"

I could lie. Could downplay it, could spare her the details. But we’d built this new foundation on honesty. I wasn’t about to undermine it now.

I stood and walked to the window. The city stretched out below, lights flickering on as darkness crept in. My reflection stared back at me in the glass. I looked tired. The past few weeks had worn me down in ways business never had.

"She tried to seduce me." I kept my voice level. "Showed up in a revealing dress, said we had a connection, touched me without permission."

There was silence on the other end. The quiet felt heavy, pressing against my ears. I could hear my own breathing. The hum of the air conditioning. The distant sound of traffic forty floors below.

"Aria?"

Still nothing. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. My breath fogged it slightly.

"What did you say?" Her voice was tight. "To her seduction attempt?"

"That I’d rather die than touch her again. That you’re worth a thousand of her. That I love you more than anything." I stood, pacing. My shoes made soft thuds on the carpet. "And then I threw her out and banned her from the building."

More silence. I stopped pacing. Ran my hand through my hair. It felt wrong, this conversation. I wanted to be there with her. Wanted to see her face. Touch her hand. Make her believe me with more than just words over a phone line.

"Aria, talk to me."

"You love me?" The words came out small. "You told her you love me?"

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